The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1887-12-08

1T was when found he had drawn
Mr.. Charles into his meshcs that |
wrote to Mrs. Dalr,mple. Every night.
a. the nights-or, Imay say, the morn
ings--come round. at two. three, four
o'clock does Mr.. Charles come home,
flushed and haggard; yes, sir. flushed
and haggard: the two 60 together with
gamblers, though you may not fancy
| so.
You think he gambles?''
Il am sure he does; / know the
signs too well: l had that experience
with his uncle before him. Sometimes
he will come home the worse for
drink; sometimes he will be sober, and
then he seems the NEST wrctched. He
will often walk about the rooms for an
hour before getting into bed. hear
him from mine, pacing about like one
in frenzy. He appeared laughing
and jocular before you, Mr.. Oscar, but
it was all put on.
"Havc you warned him? or tried to
stop him?"
What good can do, sir? Twice ]
have begged him not to go out, and
said this night work was ruin; but he
was not going to heed me. l said
nothing about the play; it is hard to
tell how he might have taken it. from
me-
''But / think you ought to do SO.
Reuben, and tell him the history of his
uncle. That may stagger him.
Only last night, that ever was.
| lnl <h, rr~snoAx,o% ,~,:,,L p.s4 the
squire would never have it spoken OF
to him: he used to say: Keep it from
him, Reuben. don't tell him that.
Mr.. Charles has asked me, before now,
what his uncle died OF, and l have
passed it off. and said a short illness.
But what's the good of speaking. Mr..
Oscar? No warning ever turned 9
gambler. think he has got bills out, =
added Reuben. passing to a different
subject.
bills out! Already" repeated Mr..
Dalrymple.
| There's cause to fear so, SIR he
sighed. And all the i'll has
arisen through those sharks com
ing after him. They knew Moat
Grange had fallen to him, and
they scented the prey as soon a
he set foot in London, and came hunt.
ing him up, like they hunted up hi.
uncle Internationally years ago
These harpies, who have no means o.
their own, and live by preying upor
young men, driving them to ruin ant
despair. ought to have their neck
stretched on Tower Hill. Nobody wa
ever born with better heart than Mr.
Charles, only he is easy, and good
naturcd, and gets led away"
"Tushr' said Oscar. He did not be
lieve in good hearts: or, at any rate
had profound contempt for them. HI
believed in nothing but cool self-intey
est. The servant had told all he knew
and Oscar babe him goodnight. an.
departed.
They met at breakfast. Charles WI,
looking i'll and anxious. Oscar saw
plainly, now the clue had been giyel
him.
"Bccn making a night of it?' begal
Oscar. You look as if you had.
Yes. l was late. Pour out the cot
fee, will you, Oscar?"
His own hands were shaking. Osca
There is letter from home, / see
, by the post-mark, remarked Oscar.
. Not from the Grange. 1t is from
Farmer Lee.
.What can YOU find to do. SO as I,
keep you up, night after night? Yov
must have some pursuit.
lone is never at loss to kill tim
in London"
Il suppose not. where it is require,
to be killed. But l did not know
was necessary to kill that which ough
to be spent in sleep. One would thinl
Won passed your nights at the gambling
table, Charles.
The words startled him, and flusl
rose to his pallid features. Oscar wa
gazing steadily at him, and Charlie
saw that he was.
"Charles! you look conscious. Hav,
you learnt to gambler"
"Oh. it's nothing" said Charles
confnsedly. Il may play little nov
and then"
do you shirk the question. Hav'
you taken to play?"
a little, / tell YOU. Never mind
It's my own affair.
"Were you not playing last night?'
"Well-ycs; was. Very little.
Lost or won?' said Oscar, care
lcssly.
.Oh, l lost answered Charles
The luck was against me"
'Now, my good fellow, do you know
what you had better do? Go home I,
Moat-Grange and stop there, and ge
out of this set | know what game
sters are; they never let pigeon OF
till he is stripped Of his last feather
Leave, with me, for the Grange to-day
and cheat them; and stop there till tn
mania shall have left you, though
should be years to come
Il am not going to Moat-Grange
l know il" was Charles Dalrymple'
answer
.Your reason?"
because must stay where am.
wish l had never come. l do wisl
that. But rs l did come. here an
fixed"
.'You might have been content there
What did you want, flying off to Lon
don, the moment yourfather was unde
! ground? Had you succeeded to fort
thousand q year, you could but hav,
FASTENED to launch out in the me
tropolis.
Il did not come to launch out" r.
turned Charles, angrily. Il came I,
get rid Of myself; every thing was 81
wretched down there
"What constituted its wretched
nesso"
''The remembrance of my father
Every face saw, every stick and ston
about the spot seemed to rcproach me
to whisper that but for my carelessnes
he would not have died. And, second
. ", there was that miserable bushes
! Of my giving up Isabel Lynn
How: Have you given up Mis-
Lyme
YES" replied Charles, with a sti
fled sigh. Il promised my father tina
my mother should remain in the Grange
SO Of course could not marry. And